Pure Romance Flirt Scent 소설 & 이야기

I let my wolf come up to the surface, let him see through my eyes, and speak through my mouth. "Mine" Her scent flares in reply. A tantalising blend of bergamot, jasmine, and something else, a scent I can't place. Her hands reach out to touch me, ever so slowly, but at the last minute, she rips it away, growls at me, and tries to flee.

She tried to unavail her neck. "I like your scent. It's so nice." He commented. “And do you have to make it so obvious?” “It’s fresh and tempting. I can’t help it.” “Mmm. How nice?” “Fruity and something else. I feel like eating you.” He groped her bottom, giving it a tight squeeze to emphasize his words. She gasped and blushed. It’s a rare perfume because she got it made for her with her choice of ingredients. A mixture of her favorite fruits. The other scent he couldn’t figure out was her favorite flower. The combination produced a mild yet sweet intoxicating fragrance.

Adrift and relieved of responsibility for herself, she let the elegant Rolls transport her in soft quiet comfort like a magic carpet, focusing instead on the low intensity vaguely familiar fragrance that permeated the rear seat. In her waking dreams the masculine scent evoked the stately comfort and steady safety of oak lined country boulevards, floating with sweet cherry florals, the dark rich loam of the woods and warm caramel tobacco. It wrapped her, cuddled her close in its sheltering embrace, promising a sweeter time ahead, assuring her a respite from life’s petty worries with its constant presence .

I say to her reassuringly. “Oh. Your scent is really amazing.” She says as she closes her eyes and gently inhales. I can see her body that was tense a few minutes ago, calm down and relax. Out of curiosity, I ask her, “How do I smell to you?” She opens her eyes and smiles, and all my blood goes straight to my cock, again. Her smile is beautiful and it makes her eyes shine brighter. “You smell like salted citrus and driftwood. It’s sweet and savory and musky. It’s delicious.” I raise my eyebrow to her. “Delicious, huh? I don’t think I’ve ever been accused of smelling delicious.” I press her closer to me and bury my head into her neck and inhale her honeysuckle and jasmine scent and my mouth s

It is characterized by its heady and floral notes, which can be both sweet and slightly musky. It was a combination of sweet floral tones reminiscent of honeysuckle and a warm, exotic undertone. I can compare it to a blend of sweet, floral notes with a hint of fruitiness. Its aroma is not overpowering; instead, it's delicate and inviting, as well as soothing and romantic.

Zavian's nostrils flared at the cloying, artificial floral scent of her overpowering perfume. It was the kind of scent designed to attract attention, to announce her presence with the subtlety of a foghorn. It was the complete opposite of Emmeline's intoxicating natural fragrance, the one scent that never failed to stir his senses to the point he barely managed to keep his dick in his pants earlier. All that dominated his senses whenever she was near was the intense desire to ravage her senselessly. To have her squirming and a moaning mess beneath him while he pounded her until she saw stars and forgot even her name.

‘I would not tempt you to your death because that would be such waste’ Her beautiful eyes flashed impudently as she flirted with him, he moved closer to her and she could smell his gorgeous scent a mixture of pine forest, damp earth and citrus mixed with his own unique male smell. It was tantalising as he moved into her personal space and looked down into her eyes, ‘Tell me, what would it be a waste of little water nymph? He whispered running a finger across her jawline and then over her plump bottom lip to his delight and her shock when he pushed it gently against her closed mouth she parted her lips.

I practically purr. “Do you know what your scent is to her?” she asks. Shit! “No.” “Well, to me, you have a woodsy scent, so you could go that route if they have it, or just go with something light and airy that would mix well with your woodsy scent.” “Okay,” I say, collecting the candles and putting them in the basket. “Is this a human store?” she asks. “No, it’s by the Academy.” “Okay then, strawberries and champagne. If they have chocolate covered strawberries, even better, if she likes chocolate.”

“Vulk won’t stop talking about it.” His nose brushed along my neck as he inhaled deeply. “Gardenia… and jasmine.” I shivered. His pheromones began to spread through the room... rich, grounding, and unmistakably Alpha. Cedarwood. Bergamot. The scent wrapped around me, warm and powerful, blending slowly with my own pheromones until the air in the room felt thick with it. Lucen didn’t stop kissing me as his hands moved to the buttons of his shirt.

The sharp sting of a twist in her ankle sent her tumbling against the wall with a soft cry. Adrian was there instantly. “Careful.” His hand steadied her, large and warm around her arm. His eyes dropped to her ankle, then back up to her face. Chloe winced prettily. “I’m so clumsy. I’m sorry.” “Don’t apologize for pain.” His voice was velvet wrapped around steel. She inhaled sharply, and that was when it happened — he caught the scent of her perfume. It wasn’t common. It was a rare French blend, smoky vetiver laced with dark amber and a whisper of oud. The kind of fragrance that clung like memory, seductive and unusual.